1951 pontiac eight
couldn’t sleep. heading to the office this morning to pack up my desk.
no, not quitting or retiring—yet. been working remote for so long, they are taking it back to hotel it. probably just going to consolidate people actually in the office into less space.
really going to miss that stand-up/sit down desk tho. i sit so much working now, i am becoming one with my chair.
i picked up one of those tall-back gamer-type office chairs from ikea. wow it’s uncomfortable. i must be too short for it, being forced into a hunchback position if i lean back. will probably exchange it at some point, but trying to like it in the meantime. such a hassle to drive back to return it, especially now that it’s out of the box.
i’m just blathering on now.
the almost full moon is still out and i’m tired. gonna miss this bed in a few hours. long day ahead, but the week is almost over, thankfully.
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old picture, pre-pandemic. i think early morning out in chino cornfeed run. old pontiac chief. old guy in my shot.